Written to the
best wittle kitten in the world just because she
asked me. Okay, commanded me. Okay, threatened to rain doom upon me if I didn't.
Here it is anyway. Enjoy, bitch. *runs* (Not my bitch, really, but if she
*wants* to misunderstand it is hardly my fault…)
She wanted Fox, Collin, cheesecake and "something short and sweet". And here it
is! Fox and Collin are Sandra's of course. We just
gave them some cheesecake and sat down to see what happened. (And the sort of
cheesecake descried here actually tastes good)

Cheesecake

"I told you, didn't I?"

"Hey, just because
you are too wimpy to eat manly
food…!"

"There is a
difference between 'manly' and 'my tongue now looks like a used matchstick'.
And I'm not the one who has spent the weekend in hospital for food poisoning,
am I?"

Fox scowled at
Collin and then decided to sulk. The blond parked el Zorromobile
by the dorm, and walked around the car to lend his friend a supporting
shoulder. Two days of vomiting had taken it out of Fox, and he leaned heavily on
Collin as they made it inside.

"So should I tell
your mother your food made her sick?" Collin asked as he helped Fox undress and
tucked him into bed.

"Don't you dare?"
Fox growled. "Besides, her chili is nothing less than perfect,
and if you weren't so…"

"You know, just
because you are sick doesn't mean I won't punch you."

"Wouldn't have
that from my feisty little nurse, would I-ooff!"

"Warned you,"
Collin stated, and fetched a bucket from the bathroom. Putting it next to the
bed, he ruffled Fox's hair in a quick, unexpected gesture of affection. "You hungry?"

Collin rolled his
eyes, quickly turning away to hide the blush. "I'll see what I can find."

Searching through the
kitchen, there wasn't much to find, and Collin poured a glass of orange juice.
Fox needed something nutrient.

When he came into
the bedroom, Fox was asleep. Collin left the juice on the night table, and left
silently. Then he decided to refill the fridge while Fox was out cold. He
checked again to make sure Fox wasn't in a position to choke or anything, and
then left.

***

Collin gave the shelf an
annoyed glare, but to no avail. There was no lime jello
left. Obviously, there were a million other tastes, but a sick Fox deserved the
best stuff. Even if it might come up again.

Something
else, then? He didn't like to be away for too long, so finding another store was
out of the question. He wandered over to the freezer and gave the contents a
brief overview. Something green caught his eye, and he picked up the cardboard
box. Cheesecake? Green cheesecake? He looked
closer. A new brand, according to the label.

Lime cheesecake.

Worth a try,
wasn't it?

***

Fox came out of the bathroom
as Collin came in.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah. Stuff stays down
at least. With a few exceptions," he added huskily, moving to embrace Collin.
"I think I could handle a visit from my personal nurse."

A few minutes later, Collin
brought the greenish cake and two plates and spoons to the bedroom.

"What the hell is that?" Fox
grunted.

"A new milestone
in the lime jello trade. With any luck it
doesn't taste like shit."

He cut the cake and filled
the plates, and they curled up together, testing the invention.

"I like it," Fox stated a
little later, licking the last remnants off his fingers. Noticing Collins eyes
on him, he took slightly longer than necessary, licking each digit languidly.

"Now, what I want to know,"
he continued, taking the empty plates and putting them next to the half-eaten
cake, "is whether it is as useful as jello as well."

When he turned towards Collin
again, he was balancing a bit of cheesecake on one of the spoons, moving it to
Collin's lips. Holding Fox's intent gaze, Collin slowly took the spoon in his
mouth, letting it slide out empty from his lips. He met Fox's next move, and
let him taste the lime and dairy products thoroughly.

"I'd say it does the job,"
Fox murmured with satisfaction as they parted. He started to undo the buttons
of Collin's shirt. "But there are still a few tests I'd like to run…"

***

Collin leaned up on one elbow,
brushing a sweaty, blue strand of hair away from his face. He looked at the
empty cake tray at the night table, and pouted slightly.

"Got any more of those?" Fox
asked from his horizontal position, sliding an arm around Collin's waist.